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Xaela San Feb 2020
I'm willing to walk a hundred more steps
Just to be with you even for a short moment
Just to spend a little moment alone with him.
Poetic T Feb 2020
Each step is an inevitable
              one to our last.

So make sure you walk slowly,
              you don't want to rush

the inevitable.

Even take a few steps
           back sometimes

you'll see more the

                             second time ...
C Cavierre Apr 2018
We love, and the more
We love, the more
We hurt.
Bhill Feb 2020
Walking through the memories of mindlessness
Attempting to see what has been and not what will be
This is the understanding and awareness of historical events
Is this experience worthy of our amazement and discovery

Of course
We have to see what has been to prepare for what is yet to come...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 32
Bekki Jan 2020
Onwards
stomping against the tufts -
grass
older than me
The knots
of a time long passed
I walk down
I walk down

Stinging kiss
of a nettle leaf against
my knees; unprotected
I walk down
I walk down

Brambles tug
my hair and arms
but I am rewarded
with the crisp tartness
of a berry.
Bekki Jan 2020
Walking
the same trails as ever
But different now
They feel ancient
But the tarmac and paving says otherwise
So much is different now.
The road my granny used to live on feels foreign now.
Kora Sani Jan 2020
red
you’re trailing behind me
like the past, it’s haunting me
unbeknownst to me
i was being watched
separated by two feet;
space and your resistance
that’s what’s keeping you from me
but you know where I go
when i need a clear head
giving into the resistance
you show up in red;
red so i can see you
no matter how far i go
some kind of game you play
so you don’t lose hope
this may all just be a delusion
that’s how it usually goes
maybe i’m the crazy one
but who really knows?
Dani Jan 2020
I'm afraid to take a step.
I didn't think I could walk this far.
The road was so clear before.
It had its wear and tear.
I walked through the thorns.
A smile on my face.
Tears springing in my eyes.
I've tripped.
I've stumbled.
I've fallen.
I've gotten back up.
I have to continue walking.
But I don't know where I'm going.
The road is covered by a fog.
I'm too scared to move forward.
I can't see the road.
I'm afraid that I will arrive at the end.
What lays at the end of the road?
Will it be what I've always wanted?
Or everything I've always feared?
Am I walking the path of enlightenment?
Or am I stumbling down the road of self fulfilling prophecies?
I can't see the road.
I want someone to hold my hand as I walk.
But I am a lone traveler,
on a road I can't see.
Fear of the Future
Kewayne Wadley Jan 2020
Out of the many inhabitants
Of your heart.
I still pace the downtown streets
Hoping to see your face among the
Crowd.
Whether you are leaving a plate of pasta
Or I catch you walking past the side of a building.
Of all the places I've been
I enjoy being here the most.
If by chance I see your face,
Whether you are alone
Or with company.
I'll keep my hello short
Around the landmark of your dimple
Most of the flights I'd like to take
Really are affordable
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